Wild Hearts (AU!Dean Winchester x Reader)

Part 2

Dean grabbed your hand every time the headlights of a car came into  view and pulled you off more to the side of the road. Placing himself  between you so the car would have to go through him to hit you. The last  time he did it you held onto his hand and he didn't let go. Until you  came up to a driveway that led to a small ranch style house sitting  amongst the evergreens.

You spotted a cherry-condition, black muscle car sitting in the driveway, "No way! Is this your car?"

"Uh-  yeah," he smiled, "-I mean, no. It's my dad's but yeah that's what  we're taking." He stumbled out his words as if he was nervous.

You trailed your finger up the hood of the car, "Sixty-seven?"

"You know your cars." He smirked.

"My  dad used to drag me to every car show he could when I was younger. On  those days he did get off work." You said, admiring the freshly waxed  black paint. "And as a result, I developed a thing for pre-seventies  muscle."

"Baby's the only thing my father has ever loved." Dean  said and you frowned, "Aside from my mother. She passed away when Sammy  was born."

"Baby?"

"It's what he calls the car."

You nodded. "Who's Sammy?"

"My  little brother," he explained with an edge of protectiveness, "He's  sixteen, too." He bit the split in his lip until it bled and kicked the  front tire with a glare. "He's probably passed out by now," and somehow  you knew he was talking about his father again, "But you better wait out  here." He said, pushing you off to the side of the house so you blended  with the shadows of the trees lining it. "Y/N, if you hear anything... Do not come inside."

Then  he turned around and headed for the door, leaving you with a sinking  feeling in your gut. The way he spoke about his father, loving four  wheels and engine more than his sons. Dean looked pained at the thought  and his eyes greener when they glided over his father's Impala.

Then it hit you, his warning. His father wasn't a good man.

You  left the shadowed tree line and peered through one of Baby's  windows. Fast food bags littered the front bench seat and a half a  bottle of liquor lay on the floor. Your skin started to crawl at the  thought of Dean's father coming home half-pissed and taking his day out  on his sons. No doubt Dean only stuck around for his little brother. You  wondered if Sam had endured the same type of injuries or if Dean always  stood between them. Somehow you already knew the answer.

The  screen door shut with an audible creak and Dean reappeared on the porch,  "Y/N?" He whisper shouted as he scanned the area you were supposed to  wait. "Y/N."

"Over here," you matched his tone.

"Got 'em."  He jingled the keys for you to see. "Let's push her out onto the street  before we start her though." He opened the driver's door, "Here, you  steer, I'll push."

"You're not gonna get in trouble, are you?"  You hesitated, you didn't think you could bear to see more bruises on  him, or worse.

He gave you a cocky smile, "I'm not gonna get caught."

You  slid in behind the wheel and shifted into neutral, taking a moment to  appreciate Baby's beauty despite the mess of trash in the front seat.  Meanwhile Dean ran around to the bumper and started pushing the car down  the driveway. You braked when you got to the edge of the street,  throwing open the door and letting Dean take over as you slid over to  the passenger side.

The car grinded to a stop as he pulled up in  front of your house. It was a beautiful car but the whole ride felt like  a tin can rolling over bumps in the road and the muffler rattled  against the undercarriage the entire time. His father didn't seem like  the type to put his time or money into anything that couldn't give back  to him. Which apparently included keeping up maintenance on Baby.